I have always been a daddy’s girl so there are way too many to pick just one. I do have lots of memories of going fishing with him when I was little and of riding on the back of his motorcycle as a teen/early 20’s.

I was jumping rope and practicing a jump rope game where you call out the name of an animal for each skip. If you hesitate or say a name twice your turn is over. Whoever names the most wins. My Dad was nearby watering the lawn. I call out things like :tiger”, “monkey”, “cow”, etc. He suddenl;y calls out “Tasmanian Devil!” I stopped, glared at him and said he was making it up. He explained what a Tasmanian Devil was. It sounded fishy but Iplausible. So I start over: “Eagle”, “”Lion”, “Giraffle”… He pipes up again – “Duck Billed Platypus!”

I stropped again. “you’re making that up!” He explained it was a mammal, with duck feet, fur and it laid eggs. That was just too much! “No Way!” He smiled and said I should get changed- we were going to the zoo. An hour later I looked at a real live Duck Billed Platypus.

My dad would always try to embarrass me while driving in the car. So when we would pull up to an intersection he would play Air Seatbelt Guitar. Then one day it didn’t embarrass me anymore and I would play along with him.

One of my best memories is when my Dad comforted me when I was very sick from suffering from a migraine. I used to get awful migraines as a child. He soothed me until I feel asleep and I will always remember him talking gently to me and saying it will be okay. He has since passed on from lung cancer. I miss him so much. Love you Dad!

My favorite memory with Dad is going camping with him, and going fishing. He is a great fisherman, and he taught me how to fish. Also, on these camping trips, my Dad taught me how to swim and I got to ride in a boat. I remember those fun summers of getting to eat outside at the campsite. It was so much fun!

My favorite memory of my dad was when we were little and my dad kept carrying a tobagon up the a snowy hill for me and my brother to then slide down. He was so tired at the end of the day, but he kept up the pace for both of us!

My favorite memory was when my brother, my Dad and I went to the Seattle area and went hiking on Mt. Rainier with my uncle. Except my dad forgot to pack my bag, so I only had the clothes on my back. I washed them every night so that they’d be clean and ready for the next day of hiking. On that Saturday, it started out dreary and cloudy and drizzly. But as we hiked up the trail, it started to clear. By the time we got to the top at Summit Lake, the sun was shining and we had a glorious view of Mt. Rainier. Every night, we watched one of the Back to the Future movies and we watched the whole trilogy that trip. It was also the first time he let me take pictures with his camera. (He is a professional photographer.) It was just a really fun time with my Dad!

that funny my aunt used to go with us camping all the time we were in canada and dad and my aunt go in to argument about here culer she never take themout of her hair so he draged to the creek and literlly stared to pll her culer out of the hari in the water

My favorite memory of my Dad is over 4 decades ago we would go fishing a lot but this time we lived in Tampa (he was in the military) and we went fishing in the Gulf of Mexico and I caught a shark over 4 foot long! I wasn’t quite 10 yet and my little childs fishing pole was bent in half lol. I will never forget that fishing trip!

My favorite memory with my dad was 4 years ago on his birthday. My mom had left him (they ended up getting back together months later), and I was spending his birthday with him alone at their house. My dad was very lonely at the time, and I was so glad to be able to be there for him.